A/N: Allllllrighty then. Whew. So, this is my first FanFic. (that I've published) So maybe theyre pretty OOC, but not as much as I've seen in other FanFics.
I actually have about three more chapters that i've written from this, but I'll wait and see how this OneShot-ish thing is recieved. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome. I hope you enjoy!

Hermione Granger did not enjoy being outdone.

It was her goal in life to be the best at everything, never let anyone tell her she's not fit to do magic because she was muggle-born. Especially not that damn brat Malfoy, she thought as she went down a corridor on her way to the dungeons.

She had never really had a personal problem with Malfoy until a few years ago, when she found out the meaning of "Mudblood", and why no decent person should ever say it. Since then, she's hated him as much as her two best friends, Harry and Ron, both of who problems of their very own with Malfoy. The damn brat and his damn father, they can both stick it. It always happened this way. Whenever her mind arrived at Malfoy—which for some reason was happening quite often lately—and his infuriating manner, she'd end up storming about the castle, forgetting where she was going. She suddenly realized she was in the third-floor corridor. She checked her watch; I'm supposed to be in potions in about three minutes, and she hurried off straight to the dungeons.

Snape had already started class, though the bell hadn't rung yet. "Five points Miss Granger, let's see if you can gain them back," he said as his lip curled. She spotted Ron's ginger head in record time, they exchanged looks of anxiety.

But Hermione Granger was not to be out done, not even by a teacher; she began anticipating the question now.

"Tell me, what would happen if one mixed acromantula venom with powered basilisk fang?"

"That is not an answerable question, professor." She said, praying she hadn't misread Potions Moste Potente. As unlikely as that may be.

Snape looked livid. "And why is that, Miss Granger?"

"Because, every wizard who has ever combined these two ingredients has been found dead, so no one knows what the potion's properties really are; though it is debated that it might the most intense poison in the world." the satisfaction that always took hold of her whenever she was right was once again coursing through her. She daresay she might be addicted to the feeling.

"Five points." growled Snape, and she hurriedly took her seat next to Ron.

"How? How the hell do you know everything?" whispered Ron, half furious, half impressed. She saw Harry smirking on Ron's other side.

"Honestly, Ron, I do not." She hissed back, taking out her parchment and quill. She cannot say she wasn't flattered. Hearing Ron compliment her intelligence (in the way only Ron can) made her happier than she had been when she answered the question.

But of course, her happy streak was suddenly broken, as it always is during potions with the Slytherins.

"I bet the mudblood's charmed that mane she calls hair so it can hold all the information she spits out every two seconds" she heard the Slytherins chortling at Malfoy's joke in the table toward the other end of the room. Undoubtedly others had heard, seeing as they too were snickering. Hermione saw Ron's fists clench so hard his knuckles had turned white. Harry had started taking out his wand—

"you know Ron, I'm really glad I don't have to make excuses for my academic failures, cause I really don't have any, but, you know, that's cause I study, and not strut about pretending I own the castle." She gave a sweet smile to Malfoy, whose pale face had turned pink and furious; giggling began bubbling in the dungeon. His sneer was worth the five points once again taken from Gryffindor 'for speaking out of turn'. Though—Snape's favoritism aside—everyone really thought it was because he hated the sound of children laughing.

The rest of the class went on without another taunt from Malfoy, none that she could hear, anyway. As she, Ron, and Harry made their way to transfiguration, Lavender Brown seemed to pop up out of nowhere and began whispering something to Ron, whose face had turned the color of his hair.

"Er—I'll catch up to you guys. Uhm. Lavender needs me to help her with—uh—the homework from charms really fast. Yeah, I'll just see you guys later."

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron and Lavender, who were headed to an empty classroom. "He does know that we didn't have homework due in charms, doesn't he?" but Hermione wasn't listening, overwhelming rage had made her ears begin ringing.

"You know Harry, I'm not feeling very well, tell McGonagall I've gone to the hospital wing or something, wont you?" she managed to spit out as she began storming away. Leaving Harry standing alone and very confused.

Damn you Weasley, Damn you and damn Malfoy and his stupid friends. She couldn't get a hold of herself; her mind was too clouded by the image of Ron, her Ron, turning red at the words of that vapid little girl. "Damn it, Weasley." She kept muttering as she paced down the deserted corridor. Then, a bang against the wall in an adjacent corridor froze her mid-step. Very slowly, she stuck her dead around the corner and saw an angry tousle of silvery-blond hair. Malfoy was sitting against the brick wall, his face was rather pink and he looked like he might cry. Hermione began to worry when she realized she felt sort of…sympathetic—

"Why her? Why Granger…" he hissed, as he put his head against the wall.

Hermione's whole body went numb. Her mind seemed to not process the words she'd just heard. I just bruised his ego, that's must have been it. But her head shook left to right, and she realized that what she felt wasn't numbness.

It was… joy?

No, definitely not.

She poked her head around the corner again, she saw his hands covering his face and then running his fingers through his hair. She couldn't help thinking about how his hair would feel in her hands, though she rolled her eyes. Then, out of nowhere, an idea madder than Moody had erupted in her head. I wonder…

Gathering up all of her Gryffindor courage, she took a deep breath and walked around the corner.

"Malfoy?" she said, trying to sound startled.

"What the hell—Granger." His dumbstruck face at seeing her gave her an odd feeling "what are you doing here?" he suddenly demanded, his face was now back to its usual sneer.

"I should ask you the same thing, Draco" she returned the sneer as she said his name; she saw he shuddered, turning her sneer into a smirk.

"I happen to have a free period, Granger," he said as he stood up, "which is more than I can say about you. What? Perfect Prefect Granger is cutting class?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he took out his wand. Hermione smiled.

"Do you really want to try and hex me, Draco?" she taunted, they were circling each other, she didn't know if Malfoy felt it, but the tension was making her breathing heavy. Hermione studied his face as he surveyed her.

"Please, like I couldn't handle myself against a Mudblood li—"Hermione had whipped out her wand. His eyes went wide, but he tried to stand his ground.

"You're too much of a Slytherin to try to be brave, don't even try" she said, still smiling.

"What are you playing at, Granger?" is voice was forcefully steady.

"What are you talking about?" she kicked herself internally for thinking Draco was daft enough not to see what she was trying to do. As impossible as he is, he was the second brightest in their year.

To her dismay, a mischievous grin took over Malfoy's face. She would be oblivious to men if she didn't acknowledge how ugh, awkward Attractive Malfoy was… Hypnotizing gray eyes gave nothing away was he was thinking her over.

He seemed to reach a decision, and his eyes darkened. "So, Mudblood Granger is trying to seduce me, I should've known."

Hermione gulped. "Shove off, Malfoy; you're too full of yourself."

"Tut, tut, not very convincing Granger; I should think all of the lying you've done covering up for Scar Head would've made you better at this." He was in control now and he knew it, it was Hermione's turn to shudder.

"You're mad, Malfoy. Leave me alone." They had stopped circling each other, now face to face and quite in the other's personal space.

Malfoy's eyes turned from steely to cloudy. "I don't want to, Granger. You can't do anything about it." He started moving towards her.

Shit.

She couldn't do anything but back up. Finding that her back was now against a wall, she remembered her wand. Pointing it at Malfoy she said "Get off of me. Now."

Malfoy chuckled. "You don't want me to do that."

"I do."

"You don't"

"Come off it, you wanker, let me go." She found herself with his arms blocking her on each side. She didn't know if she was more alarmed that Malfoy had her pinned or that she really didn't want to leave.

"But you don't want to Granger, you can't fool anyone."

"You foul little ferret; you don't know what—"

"Hermione." His voice had dropped its usual drawl; he looked straight into her eyes. She felt like a mouse staring at a snake. "We both know what's going to end up happening here, why are we stalling?"

"Let me go." She said hopelessly.

"No." was all the warning she had before he attacked her face

Hermione wasn't sure of what she was doing, but whatever it was it kept making Draco growl. Her mind drifted, too caught up in what she was doing, her instinct taking over the control of her hands. The alarm she felt before turned into full panic, Draco began to chuckle when he realized she had begun to shiver.

But Hermione Granger was not to be outdone.

The rational side of her brain seemed to give up, and the more she let herself go, the noisier Draco became. She had to admit she was enjoying herself, quite a bit, yeah. As thought left her completely, all she was able to think about was Draco.

Draco and the noises he was making.

She couldn't figure out how much time had passed, she didn't care; she also hadn't realized how much father up her skirt Draco's hand was going until—

The deafening bell sobered their frenzy. They broke apart and stared at each other, flushed and panting. Footsteps and voices began echoing the hallway. Unable to think of what to say, Hermione stood frozen. Draco pulled something from his bag; but she wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, she was too busy trying to re-start her brain.

"Well then," he said, half smiling, "see you later" his hand brushed hers and he disappeared into the large crowd of Slytherins stalking towards the Astronomy tower. She stayed where she was, following his blond head with her eyes until he turned the corner, an uncharacteristically vacant look on her face. She felt someone lean against the wall next to her.

"Hey, you alright? Said Harry

"What? Why?" she said, looking around.

"I saw Malfoy snogging you."

"What?" she gasped.

"I said I saw Malfoy talking to you. What did he say?" a concerned look took over his face as he watched Hermione.

"He didn't say anything; we bumped into each other and told me to watch it" She couldn't look at him, she was too ashamed.

"Oh," she sighed in relief, he believes me? "Did you go to Madam Pomfrey?"

"What's with all the questions?" she snapped, she couldn't help being at the defensive, her jitters were putting her on edge.

Harry's face looked oddly like 's as he said "Hey, come on, you know it's a phase, Ron will come to his senses soon enough." She had almost forgotten about him, it didn't seem like a big deal anymore.

"Right" she said blandly. "I've got to do something in the library, forgot my book. Catch you at lunch." She had to be alone; too much was going through her mind. So once again she left Harry alone, gaping at her.

Right, so Dra—Malfoy and I…we…he, yeah he. He's the one that started. Damn it why did I finish it! what is wrong with me!Stupid ferret…

She was storming the halls again, first years jumping out of her way at the sight of her prefect badge. Everything was a blur, and it was all perfectly etched in her mind. At last she found an empty corridor and began pacing. Up and down the corridor, she began to take deep breaths, clenching and unclenching her fists, it was then when she realized she was holding a piece of parchment with a very hastily written note.

…Oh, oh my.

The note itself didn't say much, it said a lot.

The old Charms Room.

10PM

DM

She read the note over and over again. Examining his handwriting, the way she had crumbled the paper. He had set a challenge, and she was willing to accept it.

After all, Hermione Granger was not to be outdone.